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Life after the End	By : TypeAlphaAnarchy Category: -Misc Cartoons > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not, in any shape or form, own the fandom of the Legend of Korra or the prior Avatar Last Air Bender nor the characters of said series. I DO NOT make ANY profit of said fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One: the Beginning of the End
- 1
Chapter 1
Mako stared the dark sky for a moment, wiping the blood off his face, both wet and dry as he pushed himself off the cracked concrete road, he winced feeling several bones broken, but he pushed himself anyways, what he had gone through over the years had made him numb to the maladies of the flesh. He glanced around, everything around him laid in ruins, bodies hung upon their final resting place without ceremony, buildings on fire or crumbling, he took a shaky breath and limped towards a bleeding water pipe, being at the brink of death made him desperately thirsty.
Cupping his hands, he mumbled a curse seeing his fingers broken in several places, bones protruding out, he was missing tips of his right index and ringer finger, his left had all his digits blown off to blacken stubs.
That’s what I get for trying to bottle lightning with my bare hands…stupid Mako…
He splashed the water on his face, feeling the sting of the water mixing with blood, sweat and grime as it dribble down to his tattered grimy clothes. When he had his fill, he limped through Republic City, the whole place was ruined beyond words, not surprising since he did half of the damages, he doubted that anyone else survived the battle. He laughed darkly at himself:
He really didn’t change after all these years.
Or rather he changed so much that he didn’t even recognize the asshole staring back at the mirror. That’s what he was, no matter what he done in life, he was always the bad guy, pretty much what the media and news networks blared out day in and day out to all who would listen.
He was tired working for a city that did him no favors and took from his life until it was little more than false hope keeping him from hanging himself. When he left and did a walk about the world, pretending to be a normal person, he found a wonderful woman to call his beloved.
However, karma or whatever malicious intent bullshit would not give him respite.
A landslide buried the quiet little town he would have lived in with his to-be-wife. He spent weeks digging through the earth to find her cold and stiff, clutching a red scarf she was knitting. Mako buried her proper, scarf and the wedding ring he had commissioned days before the tragedy.
And again Mako walked the earth, lost and alone, he cared for little else for those long empty months. He ended up in an alleyway, in rags and covered in bruises, begging for change and food, if he lived as if he was already beaten by life, maybe nothing worse could befall him. A woman extend her hand out in kindness, she smiled warmly at him and he slapped it away and fled, he would not be fooled into thinking she would be any different from his past loves. Tragedy giggled and tugged on his rags, never so far away that he would forget it’s empty eyes, it falsehood smile, its claw hands gripping on hooks that it drove through his heart and rattled with mad glee.
He fled into the wilderness and was lost again.
Mako quietly made a living there, isolated from any human contact and just alone with his misery.
But it didn’t last long.
“Hey. Boy.”
Mako flinched at the voice, so long had he forgone human contact, he almost didn’t recognized it. He stared at a near transparent image before him, a young woman looked at him disapprovingly. He nearly jumped out of his skin and darted out of his little hut,
“NO! WHAT IS THIS!? WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME!!!”
In his haste, Mako tripped and fell into mud, he sobbed as the woman scoffed, “After years of wandering, the first person that can see me is a freaking coward, even in the afterlife…”
It took some time but eventually Mako came to his senses that the young woman before him was a ghost, she was a fire bender who had went insane and fled into the woods he was in, she met her fate in the woods. Mako didn’t think he was crazy, he sincerely hoped he wasn’t and conversed with the spirit finding out she was actually Azula, Lord Zuko’s prodigy little sister who indeed went mad.
“I was the younger child but gifted, obviously it went to my head and I along with my father ripped my family apart…I’m not proud of it, at least not anymore after all these years reflecting on it…Zuzu was my mother’s favorite, I was my father’s but he didn’t love me like my mother loved Zuko…I was his successor so I have to be perfect in every way, the lack of love but the ever growing pressure of being the better child broke me…those I sought to connect to…I made them betray me with my hellish desires and goals…I did whatever I could to be better, I threw away anything and everyone I considered dear to me…Zuzu won in the end, I assume…I don’t know if I hate him or am jealous of him anymore…I just feel lonely…”
Azula looked at him with what he assumed was fondly by the ghost or a figment of his insane imagination,
“…even if you are a coward or in the same boat as myself years ago…I’m glad I’m not alone with my thoughts anymore, Mako. It has been quite...boring.”
Mako shook his head sadly, unable to comprehend his situation, “Spirits…I must be really losing my mind…here I am talking to Azula, Lord Zuko’s younger sister, the genius of the Blue Flame.”
“Ah, are there anymore? Fire benders who uses Blue Flames.”
“None that I know of. If there were, I’m sure that would make news.” Mako said glumly.
Azula frowned and drifted a bit, “I really was…the only one…”
“How did you even make Blue Flames?”
The ghost chuckled darkly, looking at the sky for a moment before looking down on him with maddening eyes, “Want me to give it to you? You might end up like me.”
Mako thought over the offer for a moment, also noting how she side step his question, ah well…I’m a fuck up by everyone’s standards, why not be a legend for it?
“Nothing’s worse than what I am now…why not?” Mako whispered quietly, indeed his life wasn’t anything grand anymore. In fact, he left the police force soon after fighting that stupid metal death trap, hoping to avoid anymore life or death adventures for a bit.
“Heh, here I am giving my ‘fabled’ fire to a coward, who I might add might never amount to anything and have my precious flame forgotten a second time…well, at the very least I can impart something good about myself.”
Mako held out his hand as did Azula, writhing blue flames fell from the tips of her finger and seeped into him, filling him like molten iron, he gasped and fell on the ground rolling around as blue flames erupted from every orifice. He screamed as he felt his insides bubble rapidly, Azula looked at him in disbelief before a blast of blue fire engulfed the woods, turning it into cinders.
Mako spasmed on the blacken forest floor his skin an unhealthy red, as blue flames erratically burst out of him, he clutched his sides and head, Azula watched him as he spent one entire day on the verge of dying and dehydration, as any liquid that touched him instantly turned into vapor, raindrops actually made his skin sizzle.
The blue flames seemed to have a sadistic streak for every time his body would rein it into control it would indadvertedly cause an episode leaving him gasping for dear life as it tried to incinerate him. But the streak didn’t last forever and finally stabilized before it could cook him further and he weakly nursed himself back to strength, cursing Azula the entire time with any breath he could spare.
The ghost was silent through his ordeal, but then begun to taunt him when he was better, “My flames brim with power and will, you who lacked it was obviously going to be burned by it, thank your stars that you lived, coward.”
“If I could choke a spirit, I would start with you!”
“Ah, that’s the spirit. Stoke that inner fire!”
“I don’t want my ‘inner fire’ to be fueled by frustration and rage! There has to be a better way…”
“Then my flames would be incompatible with you. I had the desire to be strong since I was a child, my blue flames might be a manifestation of that, now that I think about it. If you seek to fuel it with goodness or righteous fury, with garbage, you shouldn’t be surprised if my flames turn rebellious and burn you again, probably snuff you out this time.”
Mako sat down and thought about what she said, making a blue and red fire ball and staring at it as it danced around his fingertips, he didn’t want to end up like Azula, crazy and meeting his doom filled with regret and loneliness.
“I need to talk to a fire bending master…someone who has seen it all in their lifetime…”
“Zuzu is an option, even if I think it’s a bad one.”
“Why?”
“If you say my blue flames isn’t common, he will interrogate you until you confess where you learned it. If I was in his position, I would lock you up until you died cause either you’re crazy or you are his secret nephew from me, I wouldn’t take that chance.”
“Then who can I turn to?”
“You could try my uncle, knowing that old fart, he probably would be more…er, sympathetic. I think.”
Mako sighed at his options, “Your uncle is in the spirit world…that means I need to find a portal there and seek him out.”
“You should seek out the other old fire bending masters too, you could learn even more garbage fire bending while you’re at it.” Azula taunted him again, however despite her hostility she followed him looking for a spirit world cavity, with Korra’s meddling many more rifts had opened and quickly had settlements built around it. Mako didn’t need a grand one, just one big enough for him to pass through and seek out the other fire bending masters, he found out that Korra’s severed Avatars had begun appearing in the spirit world, all whom disinterested in the modern world and it’s people.
Aang was among them.
No one understood why they were so distant, even Korra only managed a few words from them before they vanished.
If she had problems asking for an audience, then he doubted his own chances, but with so few options, seeking out Iroh, Zuko’s and Azula’s uncle was his best bet. Him bending blue flames would most likely pique his interest and if not, his horror that Azula’s Flames had resurfaced in the world again.
He trekked through the wilderness for days with Azula semi-transparently following him, thankfully they ran into no other persons but wild game and animals that he sometimes smote for a meal. He quickly realized how powerful Azula’s Flames were, it took a considerable effort to make it and even harder to gauge the blast and streams of it, more than once he torched his dinner and the tree behind it into cinders. He made a mental note to not to use it on another person, the blast was strong enough to blacken and jettison boulders 10 times his size into the distance, he shudder to think what it would do to a person.
“Probably kill them. Benders from my time were a lot hardier than yours, all of you are scrawny.” Azula snickered.
Mako ignored her comment.
The trip took some time but they came across a relatively new village, having been propped up due to a new spirit portal that tore open, Mako quickly washed his garments and himself. He didn’t want to be thrown out just on appearance alone, he needed to look like an able body laborer not a beggar, he washed himself gingerly feeling the burn scars and other injuries. Azula gawked at him, “If you have been eating right and shaved that nasty beard you wouldn’t look so bad. With some decent clothes, I might even want to have you around.”
“…don’t remind me.”
Azula scoffed.
“When are you gonna stop feeling sorry for yourself? Whatever you did, that’s over idiot.”
“It’s not when it continues to haunt me. Azula you don’t get it, the consequences of my actions and choices are still echoing to this day and I am sure as hell feeling it.”
“Big whoop, what did you do that is sooo bad?”
“…I—I dated the Avatar, cheated on her…I could have told her the truth but I didn’t and made things worse afterwards, I thought I was protecting her but in reality I was just being selfish.”
Azula stared at him.
“That’s it? You made her feel bad? Mako, shit like that happens all the time. So what?”
“Cheating on the Avatar? That happens all the time?! Tell me Azula if that’s a normal occurrence!”
“Mako, I crippled Aang, nearly killed him and put the world in jeopardy.”
“I did the same thing!”
“FUCK YOU. Quit trying milk this sob story. Quit your bitch ass moping, fucking man up!”
“Go die again!”
“Bitch I would if it would release me from your whining!”
Mako through his hands in the air, unable to throw back an insult at Azula’s misdeeds or jabs, besides it wasn’t like he wanted to have a contest with her on being the worse asshole. He hung his clothes on a branch and threw a few modest fireballs at it, speeding up the drying process as it took away a lot of the moisture. He looked over his shoulder to see a few townspeople looking at his direction, he did his best to ignore the attention but as more people filed in, taking buckets of water, washing and such it was hard to ignore the talking.
“Man, this place will be pack by next week.”
“So glad we came here when we did, we can build an inn or a hotel and rake in some serious coin!”
“Do you know who got here first? They get to name the place, lucky dastard.”
“You think Avatar Korra is gonna come and see the Spirit Portal?”
“She gotta, she’s been doing that since rifts been opening man.”
Mako paused at the words and quickly snatched his clothes, even though it was still damp, Azula was fairly certain that only Mako could see her followed him into the town.
“What’s the rush?”
“I don’t want to see Korra at the moment.”
“Mako, you damn coward, would it kill you to feel for your own nuts? Cause I’m really okay with the pair you got right now, no need to grow another.”
Mako ignored the leering Azula didn’t, with his clothes still damp it didn’t leave much to the imagination, the wet clothes made it seem like his bulge intimidating from a distance. He quickly found the pioneer of the town, he was casually smoking a cigar, he gave Mako a look of indifference as he drew closer,
“Boy—?”
“Where’s the rift?”
He paused before standing up, sizing up Mako, the fire bender looked at the man, definitely built for the outdoors with thick arms, barrel chest and a decent beard, his stained shirt strained as did his trousers, seemingly flexing to show the usual male macho display.
“I don’t care for your tone, boy.”
“And I don’t care. Where’s the rift?”
The man looked at him for a moment before jutting a thumb at the back,
“Over my shoulder, clearly you’re blind as well as filthy.”
“Hard to stay clean when the stream is washroom, sink and toilet.”
“WHAT?!”
He pushed Mako out of his way, Mako shook his head and ran down the path, eager to be forgotten by the townspeople. He saw a few people looking at the rift, he groaned seeing it wasn’t big enough to even send the usual golden pillar into the sky, but it would have to do. Mako drew close and they quickly stepped in front of it,
“Whoa! Where do you think you’re going?”
“Where’s Big Pete?”
“He had to make sure the stream didn’t turn yellow and have brown floating logs. Get out of the way.”
Mako saw the rift just wide enough for him to slip through, he pushed the people aside just as Azula yelled at him, slipping through the fissure, “Hey, Mako, tell my uncle I still think he’s an old fart!”
“Shut uppp…”
This is actually the first fanfic I wrote for the site, surprising since I've been a reader for years now, I don't know the kinks of the site very well so I'll see if it's a good fit for my stories. I do hope add a bit more diversity to the fanfics here since I've been seeing double of the same 'play' everywhere.
Keep it classy, readers.
-ANARChY OUT
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